I went to Washington DC to see a Nationals game.
It was a good game, Brad Lidge blew the save and the Reds tied it. The Nationals won it in the tenth inning when Roger Bernadina (?) scored from third on a passed ball by former Louisville Bat Devin Mesoraco.
And then as I was having a late breakfast the next morning with Cherry Blossom and the Tour Guide, I noticed Mesoraco's little face peeking in the restaurant window. And then he came in and sat at the counter alone. I wanted to talk to him so, so bad but I took his little petal-delicate feelings into consideration and left without a word.
And that was the greatest thing that happened in Washington, DC. The end.